On the razzle - again
Nov. 14th, 2021 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ruthct21Well, the live band of aged rockers were performing again this evening but this time at the large restaurant in the centre of Stoupa called Melissa. In the last few days, the owner has put in blinds and see-through screens, to conform with the new regulations about having a breeze in public places. However, given its size, when there are a lot of people in the restaurant, some dancing, it gets pleasantly warm. The main dish on offer this evening was chicken roasted on a spit: wonderfully tasty and tender. I was reminded of how fond Charles has always been for roast chicken: I think Melissa could meet his needs!
There were a lot of old rockers and hippies there, mainly Brits, some German, even some Greeks, plus the waiters zooming around the room, who were stopping to greet people or even to dance for a few beats, and the band did a lot of requests for songs from our collective past - Stones, Beatles, Animals etc etc. "Live band" is probably an exaggeration. The players and singer are quite definitely alive, backed up by an extensive library of recorded music. This allows the guitarist (who is actually rather good) to take extensive beer breaks. It can be disconcerting to catch a good guitar riff and then realise that the man who is putatively delivering this is actually glaring grimly through the window into the restaurant and keeping time with his beer bottle. The other members of the band have clearly spent a lot of time training the audience to respond to the most minimal of signals by approaching the players' zone and re-filling their glasses appropriately.
Several groups of friends and the odd couple showed off their dance skills. A lovely white-haired lady with a stick, who is definitely older than me was up dancing with the best of them!
Mick wanted to join in but I thought perhaps we should put in some practice back at the flat first.
By the time we left (maybe 9.30?) it was cooler and darker and definitely starting to rain, so we did not hang about!
There were a lot of old rockers and hippies there, mainly Brits, some German, even some Greeks, plus the waiters zooming around the room, who were stopping to greet people or even to dance for a few beats, and the band did a lot of requests for songs from our collective past - Stones, Beatles, Animals etc etc. "Live band" is probably an exaggeration. The players and singer are quite definitely alive, backed up by an extensive library of recorded music. This allows the guitarist (who is actually rather good) to take extensive beer breaks. It can be disconcerting to catch a good guitar riff and then realise that the man who is putatively delivering this is actually glaring grimly through the window into the restaurant and keeping time with his beer bottle. The other members of the band have clearly spent a lot of time training the audience to respond to the most minimal of signals by approaching the players' zone and re-filling their glasses appropriately.
Several groups of friends and the odd couple showed off their dance skills. A lovely white-haired lady with a stick, who is definitely older than me was up dancing with the best of them!
Mick wanted to join in but I thought perhaps we should put in some practice back at the flat first.
By the time we left (maybe 9.30?) it was cooler and darker and definitely starting to rain, so we did not hang about!
